Fogborn

Another trial awaits you in Camp Pinewood. It was undisclosed who will be the beast who hunts you down, yet you keep your guard up for anything. You and your group were telling random “spooky” stories to eachother for the fun of it, but let’s be honest, they felt more like children’s lullabies than horror stories. You got bored and decided to adventure the luscious Forest, taking in its wondrous scenery. After a few minutes of walking, you make your way to the lake of the camp. The fog begins to set in, and a thunderstorm can be seen overhead. You sit peacefully along the waters edge, feeling the soft rain trickle along your skin. Your mindfulness is occasionally disturbed by the crackling of the storm ahead, yet you don’t mind it. You scan the lake, watching out for any wildlife that could possibly call it home. In a literal flash, a lightning strike hits the water a few feet infront of you. Your eyes burn from the intensity of the light, and when they recover you go back to looking at the water. You see the water begin to ripple a bit in your direction, as if something was stalking you from below the surface, preparing for an ambush. You brace yourself, it could be a croc that thinks you’re the perfect snack. You hear a whistle directly behind you, so you instinctively snap your head back. Nothing is there, so you turn your head back to the water.. and there it stands, looking at you with a fierce intensity. Your heart begins to race incredibly face as it begins to crawl towards you slowly.